I don't have to stab myself tomorrow!

I made it through the stim shots.

I'm pretty proud of myself. I'm tired and my stomach is covered in bruises, but I made it.

I made it through 4am wake-up calls and making it to appointments before long days at work.

I made it through the stress of going through this process while juggling working full-time, subbing for additional classes, teaching dance 2 days a week, and dog-sitting.

After my appointment this morning I waited faithfully by my phone for the call that would tell me whether I needed to come in again or whether to prepare for the egg retrieval.

Of course, the call didn't come until I was sitting on a 100 year old train surrounded by other people on the way to an apple orchard. The response was the latter- I got instructions to take the trigger shot tonight for a Monday retrieval.

It will be on the 28th- happy anniversary to us.

I'm trying to be happy that we at least made it to this point because that's not a guarantee. But I'm sad and disappointed. 

For the last cycle they told us to expect between 5-9 eggs and we ended up with 10. 7 fertilized and in the end we had 3 embryos (now down to 2).

This time they told me to expect 3-5. That hurts. It could be on the higher end but it's still scary. Obviously the less we have, the less chances we have to have embryos/eventually children from them.

I'm worried.